Human Stars
When soulful humans die
We are stars falling from the sky
To have twinkled down on earth with mesmerizing glimmer
To still be admired although we slowly get dimmer
We fall as angels, dreams made to fly
Shining, gliding, graceful hope and faith falling by
Burning and Blazing, bold to eyes, and quiet in the night
Us dying humans—we are a stellar sight!
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PoetryThis is just a collection of poems that I've written and the others that I plan to write. I'm not claiming to be some epic poet, but I hope you all enjoy. Thanks for reading (if you read) and thanks for commenting (if you speak). Your choice :)
